Under the gaze of the crowd, a person suddenly appeared from the Blood Cloud, clad in a red robe and dressed in Black Armor, holding a pair of iron spears, laughing loudly,
"Yan Wenzhong! Today you are dood! The heads of your Yan family father and son! I, Wang Santie, will claim them!"
"What! Could it be him!" "Yin Mountain Eighteen Riders! Wang Santie!" "Weren’t you a general of Kan Country! Why did you join the Demon Sect!" "Everyone be careful! This is a Martial God!"
Sure enough, it’s the constables of the Six Gates, known for rembering nas at once.
Wang Santie, pleased to hear soone recognize his na, laughed loudly,
"Ha ha! Ridiculous! The Divine Sect Cultivation thod costs nothing! I just had to kill a few hundred lives to trade for it!
Check out the power of this move! Ha! Blood God Dominating Body Technique!"
"Boom!"
Demon Light blossod! Blood Qi soared to the heavens! A fierce gale raged on! The shockwave blew the roof off in an instant! The Qi Wave alone swept away the City God Temple!
The crowd clearly saw, within the Blood Wind, Wang Santie’s blood vessels surged like earthworms! Bursting! Blood blooms condensed in the sky! Essence Blood and Domineering Qi converging all over, forming a crimson Blood Armor!
His face’s muscles tightly gripped, veins bulging! Like a Ghost Face materializing!
"Domineering Body Technique! It’s the Demon Sect Dominating Body Technique!"
"Gang Fist! Quick open Gang Fist!"
"Pingyuan Guard, be careful! This person is from the Yin Mountain Eighteen Riders of Kan Country! Long fad! Master of Whip, Hamr, and Spear!"
"Fight him! No matter how strong, he can’t kill us all at once!"
The constables knew the danger, facing it as if approaching a formidable enemy.
However, the three mountain dwellers remained silent, neither speaking nor acting.
Yan Jun naturally held his breath, concentrating on gathering Daoist energy, gripping his sword, ready at any mont to risk his life to protect his father’s escape.
"Clatter!"
Yet, at this mont, the altar inside the City God Temple began to crumble and sink!
The ground collapsed, forming a deep pit opening! Revealing an unfathomable underground passage!
"Father, be careful!"
Yan Jun hurriedly protected Yan Pingyuan retreating, while other Samurai also scrambled for safety.
Strangely, Wang Santie did not seize this opportunity to attack but instead seed like confronting a great enemy, holding one iron spear horizontally, the other vertically, appearing both defensive and poised to throw.
Even more eerie, the Taoist couple outside the door had already summoned their magic treasures, commanding a blue and a red light sphere, ready to strike at any mont.
Even the beggar Taoist held his staff like a long sword in both hands, crouching on the ground, holding his breath and watching intently.
The three parties not only weren’t guarding against each other but seed to form an encircling stance around the pit, as if cooperating together.
Could it be...
"Whoosh——!"
Suddenly the wind roared! A black and unrefined iron lump shot out from the pit! Falling right towards Yan Pingyuan’s head!
"Father!" "Watch out!"
"Bang!"
However, just as the iron lump was about to crash into the crowd, it was suddenly and steadily caught by a hand.
Yan Jun looked up to see a young swordsman, who had sohow already stood before him, holding the iron with one hand, a sword slung on his back. His ice-blue eyes swept through the crowd, falling sharply on Yan Jun’s brow, as piercing as sword light.
In that mont of eye contact, Yan Jun’s heart skipped a beat, his heart suddenly racing for reasons unknown, like a jolt of electricity.
And in that instant.
"Die——!"
Wang Santie roared furiously! Hurling a spear straight for the heart!
"Quick!" "Quick!"
The Daoist couple chanted in unison! Blue and red Treasure Light fired together! Directly hitting the shoulder!
"Hit!"
The beggar Taoist thrust his staff like a spear, jabbing straight at the wrist!
"Ah!"
The four constables of the Six Gates didn’t say a word, turned and fled.
"Humph."
Then, the blue-eyed youth let out a cold snort, sword energy swept like a gentle breeze, sword shadows fluttered like willow leaves.
Yan Jun stood as if amidst a whirlwind of willow leaves.
At a glance, innurable, endless sword leaves, swirling around him.
No more heaven and earth, no more ti at that instant,
Only endless wind in the world, only endless swords,
Spinning in endless circles, forming endless strings.
Truly
Perfect
Instinctively, Yan Jun reached out, wanting to touch that ultimate perfection of Dao.
And in the instant he touched this path.
"Sshhh"
A clear and lingering Sword Wind ca rushing forth, slicing along the fingertips, cutting the young Samurai into a thousand pieces, turning into dust.
Blending all his passion and youth into the Sword Wind.
So after a mont of sword hymn, the Sword Rainbow gathered and soared into the sky.
The City God Temple once again fell into tranquility.
After the baptism of the Sword Wind and Blood Rain, the vast sky and earth lay cleansed and endless.
Only a ground of minced flesh remained.
So powdered, so white, so red.
Just like after a fresh rain, petals of peach blossoms scattered across the ground.
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